On the way home I got confused and switched trains at Jay instead of Hoyt, so I ended up going back into Manhattan, and didn't realize it for several stops because I was caught up in this (hot) dyke and her newborn puppy. She took it from a homeless man, who shouldn't have had it anyway because it was only a few weeks old, blind, and should not have been AWAY FROM HIS MOTHER. So I took pictures.


When I realized I was going the wrong way at East Broadway, I jumped out and grabbed a car going back to Brooklyn. On the way of course I started thinking about my mother and our relationship. I will see her in a few days. She has lost over eighty pounds. I was thinking in the car how much of my anger toward her might be toward her eating. Not that it's wrong to eat, but it's a sign of preoccupation elsewhere. In Volver, I related to Penelope's character because I also disconnected so early and have stayed away ... but my dad wasn't fucking me (oops sorry gave that away) but there were some things I suppose made me angry and I'm a sensitive little creature. But in the movie they did so much hugging and kissing (also a Spanish thing) but I started thinking about my mom's big bosom hug, which I get to feel a couple times a year - and then I start crying and can't explain why - but it will be different this year, hugging a (not quite) skinny mom. We all want back into the womb, don't we. It was nice in there. Volver!
awwwwwww! that broke my heart.
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